Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.